After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Fire Innocent——

Da Chu boiled Zhou Feng into a walking corpse of iron skin and copper bones. He was invincible and afraid of nothing, so he was not afraid of life and death.

The wall fell and everyone pushed it, and a fire burned on the high platform, burning the first courtier of Great Chu.

There is no body, only bones and ashes.

He turned into thousands of dust and flew in every corner of Dachu, maybe he got what he wanted, buried in every corner of his life, and died in the dawn.

The unicorn and the beast cry, the whole country mourns together, it rains heavily, the people are ignorant, and they don't know what caused the punishment from heaven.

Three years of drought and flood, three years of severe drought.

Six years have passed, and some chivalrous men will miss the rivers and lakes where swordsmen once haunted, and some officials will quietly wipe their tears and pay homage to the unnamed tablets in their homes.

The foolish people may be old, and the so-called "evil things" Zhou Feng did will be corrected by their enlightened descendants.

However, no one dared to mention Da Chu, that taboo name.

Zhou Feng...

When he was wiped out like a gust of wind, who was not happy, spit out a mouthful, and was happy openly.

But with the passage of time, when I look back, the details that I didn't care about when I was young and frivolous exploded into waves.

They had to admit that Da Chu gradually got better after having Zhou Feng, the so-called courtier.

Now among the young and intelligent young girls, in their childhood, which one was not frightened by the name of the evil ghost and courtier, who followed him like a shadow for so many years, and became a thorn in his heart, only to find out when he turned around.

The terrible thing has always been my own heart.

Of course they felt guilty, they realized it was too late, it turns out that the dawn is approaching now, and the sun is just right, and it was the person they hated to the bone in exchange for their life.

That bit of embarrassment was concealed under whitewashing, but now that teahouses say storytelling seals people, Zhou Feng's top ten crimes can no longer be counted.

Human nature is like this, ghosts and ghosts go silent together, don't mention, don't talk, don't ask, don't say.

The sanctimonious pretense will only make the latecomers more excited.

Maybe there was a voice of resistance, but it was suppressed bit by bit, and finally nothing was heard.

Maybe where there is the first person, there is the second person.

After all, the school opened by Zhou Feng will not teach those children who have no distracting thoughts in their hearts to become white-eyed wolves who don't know anything.

Even if it is unavoidable, there are some, but most of them are normal people.

Someone mentioned Zhou Feng inadvertently, and said vaguely that he seemed to be a villain who did many evils and was wiped out by "the evil is overwhelming".

The children blinked their innocent eyes and asked.

"Father, mother, what bad things has he done?"

Their parents couldn't answer, so they sent their children to study in the school angrily.

"Oh, I heard that the book hall was opened by Zhou Feng! I can't go out with Xiao Hua again today, she really is a bad person."

The child was dejected and said bitterly, but it was just talking, who didn't know that opening a school and letting them study was for their own future.

"Zhou Feng must be a good man disguised as a villain!" The child thought to himself.

Things that even children can see through are said lightly, and everyone can no longer pretend that they have not heard, seen, or knew anything.

Gradually, there was some momentum like spring grass seedlings, which began to sprout and grow.

"Those people he killed seem to be bad people." People don't mention their names, just use "he" instead.

"I have to say, what the previous emperor did was really dishonest. He killed well."

"Hush, shut up. Don't you want your head?"

"The school is well established." The ignorant woman also waved her fan. She didn't understand what those people were talking about, she only expressed her own thoughts, and she didn't even know who opened the school.

Those who come late are not considered formal innocence, and have long been considered justice.

It's too late to make up, it's speechless.

Great Chu gradually became prosperous and prosperous, and when those busy people were no longer tired of food and clothing, people remembered Zhou Feng who died at dawn.

One by one, they pretended to be hindsight that was hard to buy.

But, can his soul return?

The ink left in Bai Yidan's heart was finally washed away by the not-so-clean water, and those words were blown around like the wind.

Rumors will spread, just like the greenery in the spring breeze will bring hope to the dead trees. The emperor who is no longer young is not deaf.

It doesn't matter if I can hear it, I have no choice but to remain silent. After all, I am the instigator of this accident, after all, for the sake of the overall situation.

But still can not forget.

The current emperor remembered that when he was a child, he actually admired Zhou Feng's demeanor.

Even though everyone thought Zhou Feng was a traitor at that time, even though he was afraid of that important minister who had hardly smiled.

Maybe it's because that person is so good-looking, every frown and smile makes people worry about him, he usually doesn't like to wear official robes, so he only wears a green shirt, which is very simple.

I don't remember when it was, maybe something happened, so Zhou Feng stayed in the palace for a while.

When I ran into him, the emperor was still a half-grown boy, and was being driven to study by the old man of the emperor's teacher.

In fact, he is not a mischievous child, but there are always times when he is disobedient, unable to read, thinking about fighting crickets, thinking about what is going on outside the palace.

In the past, although the emperor and Zhou Feng saw each other every day, they didn't get in touch with each other deeply. At most, they were in the Golden Luan Hall. Whatever Zhou Feng said, the little emperor said yes, and he didn't dare to resist.

I happened to catch a piece today, and it was because Zhou Feng heard that the little emperor had lost his temper these days and refused to study.

Usually he is not used to driving in a car, but this time when he went to court, he used a sedan chair for the first time, and it was easy to hide people in the sedan chair.

When returning to the palace, Zhou Feng calmly went to the little emperor and asked him if he wanted to leave the palace.

The little emperor nodded timidly.

So Zhou Feng hid the child in the carriage and took him outside the palace. After all, the little emperor was young, so he was also worried. If this person really committed a regicide, he would go out of the palace with him, without any cronies around him.

Is this trip just for hands-on convenience?

But I am just a child, Zhou Feng wants to kill him, so let's kill him.

The little emperor couldn't fit too many things in his little head, and he couldn't think of why he had to leave the palace.

In fact, it was just that he wanted to go out, so Zhou Feng took him out.

The world outside the palace is noisy and lively, which is different from the empty palace with almost no people.

Children are always full of curiosity. Although the little emperor is afraid of Zhou Feng, he doesn't know anyone on the street now, except this cold-faced villain.

The child saw clusters of candied haws, the syrup was bright yellow, and the hawthorn was crunchy red, so he couldn't move while pulling at Zhou Feng's sleeve.

Zhou Feng was also staring at the hawthorn in a daze at that time. The swordsman who lived in seclusion in the forest all the year round had never eaten snacks when he was a child. When he went out with Xuan Zhe for the first time, Xuan Zhe was also staring at him like this, looking pitiful.

"Zhou Xiang..." The child interrupted Zhou Feng's thoughts in a low voice.

He was not used to coaxing children, so he bought a yam gourd and a hawthorn gourd, wrapped them in transparent and thin glutinous rice skins, and stuffed them to the emperor, saying bluntly and unceremoniously.

"Your Majesty, let's eat."

The little emperor took the candied haws, stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the sugar coating on it, his heart was full of sweetness, although the hawthorn was sour, but it was sweet after eating it.

I can also eat rice cakes and sugar water, and I have seen lantern juggling, grimace masks, street stalls and alleys, and the little emperor played it all over again.

At that time, he secretly thought, it would be great if his father was Zhou Feng.

The little emperor was not very close to his biological father when he was a child, and even met him only three or four times in seven years.

The favorite concubine of the old emperor at that time had no children, so the emperor eagerly held that woman in his hands and pampered him, waiting for a little baby to pop out of that precious belly.

Naturally, he didn't care that much about the heirs of other concubines.What's more, he has many children, so he can't see it at all, and naturally his feelings are not deep.

Zhou Feng was the only one who treated him like a child.

The queen mother placed high hopes on him, and often taught him to study hard, as rigid and majestic as the teacher. In fact, his childhood was not very happy. The only fresh life was that Zhou Feng once took him on a trip.

Since Zhou Feng's death, he also went on tour a few times in low clothes, but that feeling, he no longer had the joy he had at the beginning.

This is No. 40 years since Zhou Feng left.

Xuan Zhe guards the memories of the past, and gets drunk every day.

What has changed, and nothing seems to have changed, the once surging spring water is clear and cool, you can see swimming fish, and the old plum tree is decorated with thousands of snowfalls, which rustle with just a gust of wind.

Xiao Zhou, his minister of humerus did not have a body, only a mound of clothes was left where they first met.

At that time, the daylight was falling, the angry horse in fresh clothes was riding on the sand, the wind was blowing in the stiff purple whip, and the willow catkins were fluttering in March in Yangchun, blurring the handsome young man.

It was his first outing with Zhou Feng, his eyebrows like distant mountains, and his thin and affectionate lips, freeze the time.

Carefree is always in the past, hurt and sad is always in the future.

Now that Xuan Zhe has grown up early, with snowy temples and frosty hair, he remembers Zhou Feng more and more clearly. In countless dreams or realities, the ink and wash painting fluttered away, and he walked out of the painting, half smiling and half annoyed, Blame him for being affectionate for half his life.

——I am so forgetful when I get old, but I never forget lovesickness.

Those who wanted to be saved at the beginning could not be saved, and those who wanted to be killed could not be killed either.

Zhou Feng wanted to die with all his heart, just to leave peace for his big Chu, so what about retiring to the mountains and forests, what about feigning death to escape, he always said that Xuan Zhe was a stickler, but in the end, he himself was the stickler Fool.

Xuanzhe went to the imperial palace on the day of the burning, and picked three thousand elite guards with his sword, but he only killed the emperor in that position.

He stood under the steps and looked at the dragon-robed man standing not far away. Even though his body was riddled with holes, his murderous intent remained undiminished.

Xuan Zhe's face was covered with blood, and blood was still dripping from the corners of his eyes, sticking to his eyelashes. He curled up his lips and smiled lightly and recklessly.

"I'll kill you."

The author says:

I am so forgetful when I get old, but I never forget lovesickness.Quoted from Bai Juyi.